They call me the lawyer, the poet.
Yes, don’t deny it; I am he.
May not be the GOAT,
but to some in need, I am the GOST.
Not always the victor, but the
vanquished so very seldomly;
Be a’fightin’ and a’strivin’ for mine
always arduously.
Be a’livin’ the dream of a
hale fella well met forever, sincerely.
Gonna leave no regrets ’bout
not taking it seriously.
Gonna row the boat and drive the bus
conscientiously.
Gonna lay me down and hope to go
to St. Peter a good soul innocently
Gonna fight again Ole Lucifer
Every day mercilessly
And hope to dwell with Him from
then to the end of eternity!